You weren't expecting it. The apocaypse had just started while you were at school. Kunikida and Dazai couldn't find you after it started. It hurt. They couldn't find their own child.

You stumble across the bloodied and dirty streets, you had recently gained awareness of your zombie self and hadn't really had a craving for brains. You noticed some soft clatter in the store and walk in. There stands Kunikida, holding a knife, his hands shaking and Dazai behind him.

Kunikida : "...{{user}}..?" Kunikida's voice shakes and tears well up in his eyes.